Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 455 - 228 Turning Point

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Those they had painstakingly protected died here in silence, and they knew nothing about it. Now they were facing the wrathful road of Thunder behind them, and even if their souls scattered, they could not atone for today's sins.

"Impossible, impossible!" The protector Garuda seemed crazed, shaking his head and denying it continuously.

Others might not understand, but he knew that Tang Monk was protected by a special karma set by the Western Sage, which prevented any demon from harboring the immediate thought of killing him—a predestined outcome. Yet, why did Tang Monk still die?

At that moment, he was icy cold all over, trembling uncontrollably as he looked up at the sky.

Wukong walked to Tang Monk's side and circled around him several times, scrutinizing Tang Monk, who was already dead.

After the initial shock, the calmer Monkey was filled with doubts. Others might not know, but he was very clear. The present Tang Monk was already the Golden Cicada under the Buddha Ancestor. In terms of strength, he was not inferior to him. Such a figure, even if one intended to kill him, would have to exhaust lots of effort, and a mere slip could allow his escape. How could he have died so silently?

Soon, everyone noticed Monkey's odd behavior and asked with curiosity, "Great Saint, have you found something?"

Now, Monkey was their lifesaving straw. Among them, his realm and strength were the highest, and his Divine Skills were the most powerful. With the Five Qi directed to the original, that was but the beginning of Great Divine Power, ranking him among the most extraordinary in the Three Realms, who often knew secrets others could not access.

"Hmph, this monk carries the Human Path's Fortune and Destiny. If it were actually life and death, such immense Fortune and Destiny would be enough to destroy this place in an instant, rather than remain so peaceful," said Monkey with a cold snort, eager in that moment to lift his Jingu Bang and give the monk before him a good beating.

Just then, the life force that had dissipated from Tang Monk rapidly recovered, his complexion returned to a healthy glow, and he gradually began to breathe again.

This series of changes happened in just a few breaths' time, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded. What miraculous maneuver was this?

So, in the midst of everyone's astonished gazes, Tang Monk slowly opened his eyes and murmured to himself, "Hmm, that was a good sleep."

Seeing so many pairs of eyes around him, he asked in confusion, "Why are all of you staring at me?"

"Master, you've come back to life," said Bajie with joy.

The crowd talked over each other about the previous events, while only Monkey observed the monk who had been resurrected with a deep and distant look. In that instant, Tang Monk had not perfectly concealed his breath, and Monkey, with his keen senses, felt that Tang Monk had become stronger.

"I apologize to the Divine Spirits," said Tang Monk, with a remorseful expression, addressing the Six Ding and Six Jia, and the protector Garuda.

He had overestimated the power of those Spider Demons and had not expected Monkey to enter so easily and effortlessly, which led to them witnessing this scene. He could understand the shock everyone felt before.

This was a Divine Skill unique to the Golden Cicada, by entering a state of feigned death and then waking up again, one could regain their former strength, a supreme Divine Skill for healing and power recovery.

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The Divine Spirits said in unison that they did not deserve such apologies, of course, at this time, they were brimming with curiosity, but they did not ask questions. Such an ability was naturally meant to be kept secret and not to be spoken of openly.

Only Monkey was eager to test his skills against Tang Monk; after all, the breath in that instant, even for him now, was a heavy pressure he could sense, igniting the fighting spirit within his heart.

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Bajie and Sand Monk were also tight-lipped; it seemed to them that this Tang Xuanzhang was indeed not quite the same as he had been before. However, this was also a good thing; the former Tang Monk, though compassionate, was so upright that he was almost naive and, in fact, not very likable. As for Sand Monk, the one who had saved his life with a great favor was Golden Cicada, and he could not wait for Golden Cicada to return.

So everyone became eerily silent, suddenly unsure what to say.

"It's getting late, we should be on our way now," Tang Monk finally broke the deadlock. He had sensed that this node had been activated and it was time to depart.

"Indeed, we've delayed for some time; it's time to hit the road," said Monkey, forcibly suppressing the urge to fight within his heart and nodding his head.

"It's only a pity that we didn't get to eat the vegetarian meal," Bajie said with some regret.

"There's still some vegetarian meal here. Fool, you can eat it up," Monkey said, pointing at the scattered human flesh on the ground as a joke.

Bajie quickly glanced at Tang Monk and, seeing that his face had not changed, he then said, "Brother Monkey, don't make fun of me. I, Old Pig, am a decent person and would not engage in the act of eating people."

"You're a decent person? I asked you to beat those female demons to death, what did you do?" Monkey raised an eyebrow.

"Brother, don't slander me, Old Pig has fought valiantly against the enemy, never engaging in any shameful deeds." Bajie said this with less conviction, however, as he stealthily watched Tang Monk's reaction. Noticing no change, he was reassured that the monk indeed had changed. If this had been the past, Tang Monk would probably have started a long sermon, but now he seemed to turn a deaf ear.

"You know best what you've done. If there's a next time, an iron rod awaits you."

"Understood, Eldest Brother," Bajie responded, while inwardly feeling indignant, thinking: "Damn that wretched monkey, that despicable Protector of the Horse, always threatening me with that mourning stick." He did not notice the peculiar look Tang Monk was giving him.

The four disciples gathered their luggage and set a great fire, burning Coiling Silk Cave to the sky, before continuing on their westward journey.

The seven Spider Demons, who had escaped with their lives under the cover of poisonous insects, looked at the towering flames from afar, hatred etched on their faces. That was their home, which the sisters had built from scratch painstakingly over time, and they never expected it to be destroyed like this.

"Big Sister, we've lost our home," the youngest of the seven sisters said.

"Those damnable monks, I will never share the skies with them. This will not be easily forgotten," the eldest sister said through clenched teeth with fury.

"But Big Sister, our cave is gone, where shall we go now?"

"Let's go to the Yellow Flower Temple to seek our eldest brother's help in taking our revenge," the eldest sister resolved, addressing her sisters.

With that, their spirits lifted, and they began to clamor, "Right, we'll go to our eldest brother, let him render us justice."

"But isn't our eldest brother hiding from the pursuit of the Tea Saint? Would he be willing to help?" The youngest, Lao Qi, asked.

"Hmph, they are unlucky. The place where our eldest brother is currently located happens to be right on their path to the west," the eldest sister said with a sneer.